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The next morning, outside the Western-style house of Sinan Mansion, an old woman in her seventies, well-maintained, and gray-haired got out of the car, and the driver whispered: "Madam, the second young master doesn't seem to have gotten up yet."

Mrs. Donald bowed: "Well, you go open the door......"

The driver took out the spare key, opened the door, and walked slowly up the wooden stairs with her bag in her hand.

Although she was over seventy years old, she was dressed very exquisitely, wearing a pair of three-to-five-centimeter high heels on her feet, and black wide-legged pants swaying slowly as she walked.

Outside Tang Ji'an's bedroom door, she didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door and entered, there was a smell of wine in the house, and Mrs. Tang frowned unconsciously.

She walked to the window, stretched out her hand and opened the curtain, Tang Ji'an's voice was hoarse: "Aunt Zhou, pull it up, I still have to sleep." ”

Mrs. Tang walked to the edge of the bed and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, her voice full of affection: "Ji'an, have you been drinking at night?"

Tang Ji'an opened his eyes, and his voice was hoarse to the extreme: "It turned out to be grandma......"

Mrs. Donald said in a commanding tone: "Lie down ......"

Tang Ji'an was about to get up, but Mrs. Tang reached out and grabbed the corner of his shirt, lifted it a little and looked at it, the bright red blood marks looked shocking.

Mrs. Tang frowned, her voice full of heartache: "Your father beat him?"

Tang Ji'an picked up the coat on the side and put it on his body, and said lightly: "No." ”

Mrs. Tang said in a cold voice: "Why did your father beat you when he was so dignified?"

Tang Ji'an's eyes flashed: "It wasn't my father who beat me, grandma, don't think too much." ”

I don't know why, Tang Ji'an was faintly worried, worried that his grandmother would embarrass Song Ran.

No matter how much he hated that woman's daughter, he couldn't let his grandmother hurt Song Ran.

Mrs. Tang beckoned, and a young maid came in, and Mrs. Tang said in a low voice: "The medicine box is in the hall downstairs, you take it and give the second young master some medicine on his back." ”

Tang Ji'an didn't resist, his grandmother has always been strong, even his father has to listen to her, so let her be.

Mrs. Tang sat on the side, watching the maid give Tang Ji'an medicine, Tang Ji'an was expressionless, and he didn't snort.

Mrs. Tang squinted at him: "Since you were a child, you have always been sensible, your father's leather whip has always only fallen on your eldest brother, and he has never been so angry with you, so, this time, how did you provoke your father?"

His grandmother has always been shrewd and wise, and even if she is in her seventies, she is not as easy to fool as ordinary old people.

Tang Ji'an said lightly: "It wasn't my father who beat me, grandma, don't worry about it." ”

Old Madam Tang snorted lightly: "Do you think you can cover me? Do you think I can't see what caused the wound on your back? In this world, except for your father, who dares to hurt you like this?"

Tang Ji'an made up an excuse indiscriminately: "I went to drink with Chu San, and I was exposed, and my father felt that his reputation had been ruined." ”

Mrs. Tang said lightly: "Really?"

Apparently disbelief.

Tang Ji'an could only bite the bullet and tell the lie to the end: "Yes." ”

Mrs. Tang walked up to him and glanced at his injuries: "Your father is trying to kill you, this is to beat you to death." ”

Mrs. Tang felt strange, although the relationship between father and son has always been relatively weak, but the second brother is not like his brother, he has always been cautious and rigorous, he will not anger his father, and his career is also successful, why did Qingru be so angry with his second son?

There is something strange about this.